And speaks not to himself, but with a pride And batters down himself: What should I say? Agam. Enter his thoughts,-save such as do revolve By going to Achilles : That were to enlard his fat-already pride; And add more coals to Cancer, when he burns This lord go to him! Jupiter forbid; And say in thunder-Achilles, go to him. Nest. O, this is well; he rubs the vein of him. [Aside. Dio. And how his silence drinks up this applause! Ajax. If I him Over the face. Agam. [Aside. go to him, with my arm'd fist I'll pash O, no, you shall not go. Ajar. An he be proud with me, I'll pheeze his pride: Let me go to him. Ulyss. Not for the worth that hangs upon our Ajax. I will let his humours blood. Agam. He'll be physician, that should be the patient. Ajax. An all men [Aside. Were o'my mind, Ulyss. Wit would be out of fashion. [Aside. Ajar. He should not bear it so, He should eat swords first: Shall pride carry it? Nest. An 'twould, you'd carry half. Ulyss. [Aside. He'd have ten shares. [Aside. Ajax. I'll knead him, I will make him sup ple: Nest. He's not yet thorough warm: force him with praises: Pour in, pour in; his ambition is dry. [Aside. Ulyss. My lord, you feed too much on this dis like. [To Agamemnon. Nest. Our noble general, do not do so. Dio. You must prepare to fight without Achilles. Ulyss. Why, 'tis this naming of him does him harm. Here is a man-But 'tis before his face; I will be silent. Nest. Wherefore should you so? He is not emulous, as Achilles is. Ulyss. Know the whole world, he is as valiant. Ajar. A whoreson dog, that shall palter thus Dio. Or strange, or self-affected? Ulyss. Thank the heavens, lord, thou art of sweet composure; Praise him that got thee, she that gave thee suck; Fam'd be thy tutor, and thy parts of nature Thrice-fam'd, beyond all erudition: But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight, Let Mars divide eternity in twain, To sinewy Ajax. I'll not praise thy wisdom, Thy spacious and dilated parts: Here's Nestor,- He must, he is, he cannot but be wise;— Ulyss. There is no tarrying here; the hart Achilles Keeps thicket. Please it our great general Fresh kings are come to Troy: To-morrow, west, And cull their flower, Ajax shall cope the best. Agam. Go we to council. Let Achilles sleep: Light boats sail swift, though greater hulks draw [Exeunt. deep. ACT III. SCENE I. TROY. A ROOM IN PRIAM'S PALACE. Enter Pandarus and a Servant. Pan. Friend! you! pray you, a word: Do not you follow the young lord Paris? Serv. Ay, sir, when he goes before me. Pan. You do depend upon him, I mean? Serv. Sir, I do depend upon the lord. Pan. You do depend upon a noble gentleman; I must needs praise him. Serv. The lord be praised! Pan. You know me, do you not? Serv. 'Faith, sir, superficially. Pan. Friend, know me better; I am the lord Pandarus. Serv. I hope, I shall know your honour better. Pan. I do desire it. Serv. You are in the state of grace. [Musick within. Pan. Grace! not so, friend; honour and lord ship are my titles:-What musick is this? Serv. I do but partly know, sir; it is musick in parts. Pan. Know you the musicians? Serv. Wholly, sir. Pan. Who play they to?. Serv. To the hearers, sir. Pan. At whose pleasure, friend? |